A human woman

Bill bit her lip to keep from whimpering as she waited in the Viyran pod. There were no seats, not much room save to stand, in far too close quarters to the bulky white frame of the Viyran. It too a conscious effort to not cross her arms as the pod juddered, and started to take off.

She looked down, cheeks warming at the sight of her bare chest, but at least she didn't have to look at the glass slit in the Viyran's casing.

Maybe it was just a robot. Yeah, she could imagine that. Nothing inside all that white plastic and metal and glass, but machinery that didn't care that she was naked, that hadn't even noticed. Bill swallowed, trying to convince herself of that.

She was too aware of how she must look. Trainers on her feet, but above that... Even the torn remnants of her jeans had been removed to help with deceiving the Viyrans.

Long, dark legs. A bare slit, and an ass she'd have been proud of in any other circumstances, the latter pressed against what she desperately hoped wasn't a see-through part of the pod wall. And then her abdomen, and her tits, both modest but still nothing she wanted exposed. Then her face, eyes wide, black hair reaching out in all directions, trying to hide her mortification.

The pod rumbled again, remarkably quickly.

"Stay," the Viyran rumbled.

"Happy to, mate," Bill said, voice uncomfortably high.

The Viyran walked away, its steps heavy and slow. Bill waited. There was a small open area just outside the pod's docking area, a few seats, a window that looked down on the planet outside, and a door which sealed shut behind the Viyran.

Ok. At least no one was-

A different door slid open. This time it wasn't a Viyran that walked through; Bill yelped, unable to help it. It looked like a human, a woman. Blonde, pale, and with an expression of shock that almost mirrored Bill's own.

"Oh my word!" the blonde said. Her voice had an oddly posh accent. "Would you, uh, like to put something-"

"Who are you?!" Bill yelped. She raised her arms as if to cover herself, then faltered. The Viyrans could still be watching.

Just... hopefully not.

"Charlotte Pollard," the woman said. "Charley, to my friends. The Viyrans, uh, they think a human face helps with talking to certain people. They can be a bit intimidating."

"I've noticed," Bill said. "Um. Bill. Bill Potts."

"Nice to, uh, meet you Bill Potts," Charley said, pointedly staring at Bill's face. Bill whimpered slightly at the human now getting a full-frontal view. "So, uh-"

And that was the moment Charley's clothes vanished. It happened in an instant; most of what she wore seemed to have been provided by the Viyrans, plainly meant for dealing with certain diseases, but in a split-second it was all gone.

She was left in pale gloves, and sturdy looking shoes. Beyond that her curvy frame was nude, pale legs, fairly sizeable tits, a shock of blonde between her legs, and a suddenly very, very red face.

"What-" Charley shrieked. "Why is- what did you-"

She stared at Bill indignantly, flushing. Bill swallowed, hesitating-

A door slid open. Bill glanced sideways to see a Viyran; it might have been the one that escorted her up there, or it might not. All Bill knew that if the Viyrans realised she'd infected Charley, the Doctor's plan would be for nothing, and that Charley's embarrassment gave every indication that she hadn't meant this. She needed to distract Charley, stop the Viyran wondering why Charley was naked, and...

Only one thing crossed her mind in that panicked second. Quickly Bill moved closer and kissed the blonde, her own cheeks heating as she suddenly felt an awful lot of warm skin press against her tits. Charley faltered.

There was the sound of a door sliding shut. The Viyran had apparently just been passing through; hastily Bill stepped back.

Ok, now was the time to pray the Viyrans weren't watching.

"What was that?!" Charley said. "I don't recall giving any indication I-"

"I'm sorry!" Bill said quickly. "I, uh- I had to. It might have seen you..."

"And that's another thing!" Charley said, reddening further as she looked down at herself. She crossed one arm over her tits, only accentuating her already-noteworthy cleavage. "Is this the virus they were worried about? You're-"

"Yes, but you can't tell them!" Bill said. "That was- It was just an excuse for why you were... like that. They can't know the truth."

"Why not?!" Charley said.

"I- We have to act like we chose to be like this, like we mean to be like this," Bill said. "So they don't know this... nudity illness whatever's there. The Doctor says that if they can't cure it, they'll kill everyone, and-"

"The-" Charley faltered. Something passed across her expression. "I- Ok. Just warn me next time you're going to..."

"S-Sorry," Bill said.

There was a quiet moment. Charley still clutched her hands to her front, bright red; Bill regarded her almost enviously, almost echoing the motion, but no, if a Viyran walked in...

"You mean you're not just happy walking around like that?" Charley said.

"Embarrassed as hell," Bill said.

"Right. Well. That's ok then," Charley said, still blushing. Bill hesitated.

"You, uh, you have to lower your arms," Bill said.

"What?!" Charley yelped. "Just because you kissed me does not mean-"

"So it looks natural!" Bill said. "Believe me, what I wouldn't give to... But we can't look embarrassed. If we do they'll know it's not our choice."

"I-" Charley said.

She faltered for a moment. Nervously she looked out the window, towards the planet below, and then back to Bill. Then she dropped her arms to her sides, a nervous squeak escaping her lips as her rosy nipples were exposed, along with her pussy once more. Bill really tried to not look down, biting her lip herself.

Not the ideal circumstances to be trapped on a spaceship with a nude woman. Bill squirmed, allowing herself that at least, still bare to Charley's eyes.